Today in English, we were seduced by my friend Liz's sultry voice. She is one of the best writers I know, and the fact that she can read a mean, post-apocalyptic story of industrial strife is almost intimidating. I feel that my own meager attempts are nothing compared to what she writes of, and even her poetry I admire. She has some serious talent, this girl.
I think that, to keep interested in a website, one must update it constantly. So, I'm currently working hard on an new layout for this lil bloggy thingy. I wonder how many people check into this blog? Maybe I should join the boylog ring?
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